doggonecarl

I probably should have not painted with such a broad brush, but rather, spoken from an "I" perspective instead.

My depression, addiction, despair was aggressively self-consuming.

I found it hard to give.
I lacked empathy.
It was all about me. My sorrow, my sadness, my pleasure seeking.
It affected my “self” totally. It lived in my headspace, it was something I internalized .
I was miserable with my life and couldn’t see past that.

My affliction made me selfish, like a failing organ makes a person ill. I was ill.